Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.